Raw Meat and Black Coffee

How's your shit bargain bloggers?  I'm hoping your answer is daily and without trouble.  If it was my response would be "Great!", if not my response would be "Start eating better"

That will now segue into my thoughts on how men should eat.  that is right, how FUCKING men should eat.  Us men, we go out, we order our food just like the rest of you, one word at a time and one choice.  Well maybe two..... OK these days some go three.  But I am talking about the one order.

We all get our menus upon arrival at our local watering holes and we skim.  Skim for that eye catching, mouth cumming dish to grab our eye sockets and finger bang them with flavor.  For men this dish involve meats, that is right, meats.  And just like my title reads they are most likely RAW meats.

 

hmmmmmmmmmm, gaze at these juicy raw meats and lose your gourd in the thought of bathing in them. Nothing gets my mouth watering as much as raw meat.  That's a lie, beer.

But that's a different story for a different post.  It is a true sign of a man when he not only chooses a meat meal but when that lovely garson asks how you would like it, all you say is raw.  You'll see the waitress's nipples perk once she realizes she just took an order a from a true man.  congratulations.  

Now when you leave your number on the bill you will have a better chance of her calling.

Karma

yo ho ho and a blog of rum. I wish..... that would make me randomly talking (typing) a little more fun. However, until Mac gets off its ass and makes technology that will get you drunk while surfing the web I will have to make due on my own.

So.... Karma..... just something I was thinking about on my long drive home from work so I decided to search the term on a search engine (you should stop saying Google as a search term so as not to destroy the company name) and guess what I found. You got it, a Wikipedia page at the top of the list.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Karma

Once clicked upon I was able to see what 'the People' of the internet describe it as:

Karma (Sanskrit: कर्म IPA: [ˈkərmə] ( listen);^[1] Pali: kamma) in Indian religions is the concept of "action" or "deed", understood as that which causes the entire cycle ofcause and effect (i.e., the cycle called saṃsāra) originating in ancient India and treated in Hindu, Jain, Buddhist and Sikh philosophies.

As you can see it is a term used to describe cause and effect. That is very interesting to me. There is a belief out there that says if you do 'Good' then 'Good' things will happen to you (also works with the polar opposite of Good, which of course is 'Bad') Now this gets me thinking, how are we to determine what is really considered Good and what really is Bad. This in turn makes me reflect on my own life. Not because I believe in some imaginary force (or 'Higher Power') sitting there watching my every move and nodding is acceptance or shaking in disbelief, taking note and planning of ways to counteract my life with equal reaction to my actions and am excited or worried about what the future has in store for me. But I think about it in terms of what I do as compared to others. Which really doesn't get you anywhere because if you are doing what everyone else is doing maybe that means we will all just end up with the same great/shitty life happenings, in my eyes if its great for all then it in turn is just shitty.

You can look back on moments in your life and think, "Oh I helped the old man next door get his mail and newspaper the other day, that must be why I just won $20 on this scratch ticket I just bought." But really? Could those things really be connected in some sort of way that is above us? Outside of our realm? I don't know. No one should say they know. If that belief gets you through the day then more power to you.

I digress, if there really is a thing out there that could be labeled as 'Karma' then I really want to see a majority of people get what is coming to them. Be it good or bad.

For instance, the world of 'Reality TV' that more and more people flock to on a daily basis. If these real life 'People' believe in Karma then they got something coming their way in the future. Take the show 'Toddlers in Tiaras' for example...............

I always need a moment after this show is mentioned. If the 'parents' on that show ever believed in Karma than they wouldn't force their children into those outfits and prance them around an almost baron audience let alone national television. This show makes it so all pedophiles need is a TiVo or DVR and they are set for marathons of underage festivities. I hope for Karma in this case.

I could go on with countless other examples but I'm sure that most people didn't even make it this far into my post without losing interest and moving on to another site. If I am wrong then I thank you. Who knows I may return to this topic just to keep the people thinking.

Secret Treats

Hello you crazy cyber surfing media frenzy blog hopers. I have not posted in awhile (I am sure now most of my rants start off this way) but I recently had people over for some "good times" and by that I mean fantastic times while they were happening and then they were forgotten once awake. oh the crazy life of people with mediocre jobs that give us money to blow.

None the less the beginning of the night started with beer and girls around. I know what you are thinking "Cool" and it was because I had the beer and they were making delicious food to be consumed by a man with munchies later that night. While this was going on I over heard the same term in between my guzzles and that was 'Pinterest'. Now I'm sure you tech savvy internet groupies have heard of this site before, it is a site for the crafty/cooking inhabitants of the web to search 'boards' and 'pin' articles/pictures of nick nacks of 'interesting' things. I don't know if you can tell but this site is definitely geared towards the female population.

Now you have a good idea of what we are working with. During the cooking and the chitter chatter of talks about hidden gems found on this site a very good friend of mine had the idea of a clever treat to make from left over edible goodies and I told her I would post the pictures and information on this blog so she can have some material to 'pin'. Of course I had to have a rant prior to abiding to this promise.

I'm sure this article will be shunned by the inhabitants of this site but regardless it might be an interesting 'pin' to have added to people's virtual flair.

Now for the recipe:

First you must take some crescent roll dough found at any run of the mill grocery store and you apply some kind of spread. In this case peanut butter was used but I would think fluff, nutella or something within that section of the food pyramid would suffice.

Once a perfect layer of goodness is added you can then throw some secret treats into the mix.

This will add a special little spice for your taste buds. For ours we added a Lindt chocolate, I know, we are so naughty.

After this you need to close up the crescent dough and prepare the over. We preheated at 375. I'm sure any temperature will get you the desired outcome but some temps will get you there quicker.

When oven is ready to go you throw these mother f*ckers in and they will come out like this.

hmmmmm hmmmmmm those little buggers look good. Check out the inside of these scrumptious edibles that are guaranteed to bring a smile to your friends faces.

And there you go. done and ready to be consumed. I hope you all enjoyed this random recipe.

The Choices That Define Us

Fuck. I guess that always a good way to start a conversation. Especially if that conversation takes place between yourself and the keys of your computer. Ok ass if you have to call me out on the fact it technically isn't a conversation but a quiet form of mind masturbation as your phalanges vigorously strike down from one letter to the next as you try to piece together some coherent thoughts creating a brain spluge of an idea. Now thats what I call a "conversation". At least the kind I am currently having so as to keep myself (and whatever blogulation out there reading this) entertained.

So what can I discuss.... hmmmmmmm. I could always play the what's on my mind game....... Ya lets do that for a quick moment. QUE RANDOM PICTURES TO HELP DESCRIBE MY THOUGHTS!!!!!

Tiny Umbrellas.............. My thoughts exactly. Why and how did someone come up with this? Who was the first person to sit around and think, "Wow how much more refreshing would this drink be if there was a miniature portable sheltering tool placed delicately to the side of my straw?" your guess is as good as mine. Or maybe some real thirsty motherfucker was getting a drink, it started to rain and he only wanted his drink to be protected from the unnecessary watering down nature was taking the liberty to do for him. Or just maybe leprechauns are real and the only thing we have found to prove it was a very small umbrella...... that could be taking it a little too far but who cares.

While trying to find this lovely picture of a leprechaun with an umbrella i also found this....

Yes that is in fact a leprechaun riding an irish wolf hound. I know what will people think of next? Speaking of which back to my thoughts.

Clown shoes. I get it they are funny because they are too big for a normal foot. Does that mean clowns are suppose to have huge members? That wouldn't be very funny, that would be depressing in a way. Think about it some fricken clown all painted up and hoppen around, as happy as a child molester at the neighborhood sleep over, with a Goddamn dork in his pants (thats a term for a whale's penis if you didn't know). The really sad part is this pitiful excuse for a man most likely hates life and every miserable thing crawling in it. I prefer to think its just a gag and the man behind the paint is as misfortunately hung as the majority of males are.

Wow, these two thoughts do not sit well with me. No idea why they popped into my head and now I have no idea how to get them out.

Vortex

Its been way too long since I have plugged in and put down what has been on my mind. A lot has been going on since I last wrote, too much to bore you with so drop it. To tell you the truth there is way to much hub bubbing in my mind to even coherently pick a topic to rant on about. So i will just pick the only thing to talk about. THE VORTEX. Thats right I'm going there.

I know most of you are probably in the dark on what I might mean, but the vortex is within all of us. You ever stare at yourself in the mirror and just zone? Looking into your own eyes, just opening any mental door that appears, finding that your just falling deeper and deeper into the unpredictable blackness of your own pupal. Well thats the vortex, it is ruthless, it is endless, it is black magic to the fullest. There is no bounds to what you might find falling into this shadow of yourself, there isn't even a guarantee you will come out the same person or come out at all.

There is a lot in there that you never knew about yourself, its all there just waiting for you to go in and turn over that rock your mind never expected you to stub your toe on. Under this proverbial mental stone you could find that image, that strange thought that never wanted to be found. It will try to scurry away, bury itself deeper into the darkness but as long as you keep it in the spot light of your stare there is nowhere for it to hide. That right there is the key, the key to not only finding something out about yourself but maybe even unlocking a part of you that never even seemed like a possibility.

I encourage everyone to do this every once in awhile. Fall into your own vortex. Just hope you can come out again and be able to look at yourself in that same mirror to see the whole picture.

People

i haven't written in awhile...... i apologize about that to whomever may have noticed.

if you find yourself bored and have nothing to do, search out a public place where you know flocks of people migrate to. once your there, just watch. this is a very interesting thing to do, some people label this the art of "people watching" some hadn't given it a name but still find themselves doing it (your welcome for giving you a title for your hobby). myself, i do this whenever another person is in eye shot of me. all you have to do is watch, now im not talking about whipping out the binoculars and full out stalk a person im merely saying watch people while they are in eye sight. you will find out very intriguing things about human nature by just watching. the whole world is just one big science experiment, you just have to choose what to take note of or what to disregard.

now the tricky part of people watching is not to be too blatant about it. its the same thing as if you were watching wild life, if they notice you there they might not do whatever it is they naturally would do at that particular moment in time. therefore, you are a factor in the equation of their actions. you don't want that, you want to be back round noise, just fit in, go chameleon and just watch. the things that you will notice will not only entertain you but in fact enlighten you on what life truly is.

we are all statistics in one way or another, it all depends on what category of person we fall under. now, with this in mind you need to be very particular on how you separate your findings on people, you don't want to just lump people in groups without knowing who that person actually is. who knows, maybe something drastic in that person's life just happened and that played into the fact whether or not he/she signs to the song they are listing to or if they just walk by that trash that is blowing by instead of picking it up and placing it in the garbage receptacle conveniently located next to them. all these things come into play when people watching.

now don't get me wrong, just sitting back and letting things happen as they do is fine, but you should never judge people on what you see, always keep an open mind to what their particular circumstance might just be at that certain time. however, feel free to judge people that just seem to make very poor decisions in life like rubbing their genitals in public or yelling at random people and trying to start confrontations every chance they get. these people have a different outlook on life, a flawed perception of being as seen by the majority of the public. you can write these people off as lost causes, because until they realize how small they really are in the grand scheme of things they will never be able to except life outside of their own worthless bubble of an existence. i guess people that rub their genitals in pubic don't really fall into this category, well they might, but not every time.

i don't really know why i just opened my blog up and started typing about this. just speaking from what on my mind i guess.

i hope something in this post makes sense to you as you read in and i hope you will now be able to perceive people a little better. or at least try to.

Movie I'd Like To See.

What you have just seen is a freelance documentary

entitled "Exit Through the Gift Shop", this movie was

filmed by a French store keeper turned documenter

who tries to locate and befriend the world renowned

graffiti artist Banksy. However, since this street artist

has been anonymous for as long as he has been

around he was very reluctant to being video taped.

Other street artists that are featured are people such

as Shepard Fairley (the guy who came up with

Obama's famous "Hope" poster, as well as Invader

and many more.

This Film not only looks interesting because of the

intense graffiti that is being created before the lens,

but it is because this run of the mill guy is filming the

un-filmable. These are people that express

themselves in controversial/illegal ways. Banksy

alone has been around since the late 1980's and has

yet to be named with a face. His work is mostly stencil

art which saves on time and allows for intricate pictures.

Banksy has done some work outside of the streets such

as sneaking into well known art museums and placing

his own work on the walls (known as "shortcuts"

because it takes too long for the museums to properly

choose which painting to display). All of Banksy's work

has strong political, ethical and definitely controversial

topics.

Below are some of my favorites of his work.

Interesting Cellphone Facts

I recently stumbled onto some interesting things I did/didn't know my cell phone could do so i decided to share it with all you lovely blog surfers. I hope that one day at least one of these will come in handy for you.

5 Things You Never KnewYour Cell Phone Could Do

For all the folks with cell phones. (This should be printed and kept in your car, purse, and wallet. Good information to have with you.)

There are a few things that can be done in times of grave emergencies.

Your mobile phone can actually be a life saver or an emergency tool for survival. Check out the things that you can do with it:

FIRST
Emergency

The Emergency Number worldwide for Mobile is 112. If you find Yourself out of the coverage area of your mobile network and there is an Emergency, dial 112 and the mobile wi ll search any existing network to Establish the emergency number for you, and interestingly, this number 112 can be dialed even if the keypad is locked. Try it out.

SECOND
Have you locked your keys in the car?

Does your car have remote keyless entry? This may come in handy someday. Good reason to own a cell phone: If you lock your keys In the car and the spare keys are at home, call someone at home on their cell phone from your cell phone. Hold your cell phone about a foot From your car door and have the person at your home press the unlock button, holding it near the mobile phone on their end. Your car will unlock. Saves someone from having to drive your keys to you. Distance is no object. You could be hundreds of miles away, and if you can reach someone who has the other ' remote ' for your car, you can unlock the doors (or the trunk).


THIRD

Hidden Battery Power

Imagine your cell battery is very low. To activate, press the keys*3370#. Your cell phone will restart with this reserve and the instrument will show a 50% increase in battery. This reserve will get charged when you charge your cell phone next time.

FOURTH
How to disable a STOLEN mobile phone?

To check your Mobile phone ' s serial number, key in the following Digits on your phone: *#06#. A 15-digit code will appear on the screen. This number is unique to your handset. Write it down and keep it somewhere safe.

If your phone gets stolen, you can phone your service provider and give them this code. They will then be able to block your handset so even if the thief changes the SIM card, your phone will be totally useless. You probably won't get your phone back, but at least you know that whoever stole it can't use/sell it either If everybody does this, there would be no point in people stealing mobile phones.

And Finally.....

FIFTH
Free Directory Service for Cells

Cell phone companies are charging us $1.00 to $1.75 or more for 411 information calls when they don't have to. Most of us do not carry a telephone directory in our vehicle, which makes this situation even more of a problem. When you need to use the 411 information option, simply dial: (800)FREE411, or (800) 373-3411without incurring any charge at all. Program this into your cell phone now.

Mascots..... Real Emotions or Fake Reactions

Hello, Hello. I've decided to come back into the blogging game with some thought provoking material for all you sports fans out there. I was recently watching a sports match (Saints vs Viking as a matter of fact) and I witnessed something that made those little out of line, but highly functional, gears in my head start to churn. At the final moments of a highly riveting game all fans are on the edge of their seat, be it the currently winning team or the team losing at that particular moment but still has a chance at redemption. None the less once the game is over there is usually quiet an uproar from the fans of the winning team, which then segues into team mate on team mate debauchery of cheering and chest bumping.

Now this is where the food for thought comes into play, the mascot..... the mascot of the winning team is always jumping around getting in on all the wonderful feelings of victory spilling out. But, is that man (or woman) under that huge sweaty suit really happy for the victory? or is he/she just putting on a show because that is what they are paid to do (if they are even paid)?

Think about it what if your job was to be a mascot for a team you gave two shits about and you have to be peppy and joyous when it comes to anything that involves them? That would be complete hell, what if it was a team you completely hated? If that doesn't drive someone to the bottle you are a stronger person then I. I just can't make myself believe that anyone under a mask of a smile or anything of that nature is truly smiling underneath.

After thinking about this for quiet some time i have decided to place the position of "mascot" under my "jobs that people with no true happiness" list. Just under "clowns" and just above "waiter at high class parties".

Phantom Cell Phone

I had posted before about the phantom poop so this is just a little more into the unknown. I'm sure everyone has experianced this before the starnge feeling you might have either heard your phone go off or felt in vibrate. But once you check nothing...... Strange I know. But if you ask me I think maybe you aren't going crazy but there was actually a noise or an alert.

With phones the way they are today with so much to do on them I think companies make your phone go off randomly and quieter then usual so people use them more. Think about it, the more you use your phone the better plan you need. I know its a stretch but it could be true. Happens to me all the time, I think I hear my phone so I check. Once disapointed there wasn't a message I begin messen around on the phone.

The phanotm alert, is it in our heads or is it a real alert? Think on it next time you randomly feel a vibrate or hear a sound and there is nothin there for it.

Road Way Etiquette

Over the past 6 months I have found myself behind the wheel a good portion, about 40 hours a week for some of it. Needless to say I put a shit load of miles on my car as well as having to throw an even bigger shit load of money into the mother-fucker. But with all these miles and aggravating hours under my belt I was able to pick up on some road way etiquette that I wanted to share with all you bloggarians.

1) Go the fucking proper speed on the highway. We all know that for most highways the speed limit is 65, but we are also aware that no one goes that speed on the highway, people tend to keep their cars somewhere between 70-85. So go with the fricken flow of traffic or don't use the highway. Unless there are special circumstances never fall under the appropriate speed, the circumstances could be things such as: bad weather, car problems, too much to drink, warrant for your arrest..... you get the idea. If any of these fall into your category then fine, but stay in the fucking right lane with the grandmas and truckers. (For the picture I couldn't really get one that depicted a car going slow so I just found what the slow kids drive in, hope you understand.)

2) Don't spontaneously brake. This is one of the worst, people that feel the need to constantly tap their brakes while driving. News flash if you take your foot off the gas every once in awhile your car slows down automatically. There is no need to keep jumping back and forth from gas to brake gas to break. Its bad for your car for one thing and the continuous flash of your red brake lights can really cause someone to see red, if you know what I mean. (think about the image in the picture of there wasn't a lot of cars in front of the yellow one and he was still braking.)

3) Bobbers and weavers. I respect the people that can strategically pull off this maneuver without coming off as a complete douche bag, but those who can't do this without causing the people around them to slam on brakes or swerve to avoid collision is ok with me. (It might not look like it but the picture is actually a retarded woman depicting the act of bobbing and weaving.)

4) People on cell phones. Ok ill admit I tend to talk on my cell phone every now and then but I a. Don't stay on long or b. usually use a handless set (and not a gay one). Im talking about those people that chat away on their phone oblivious to all other traffic around them, merging without looking, going 20 miles an hour, swerving all over. Im talking about those fucking bastards.

5) This next category is me stereotyping because we all know that there is always exceptions, but I say be politically correct there and what does that mean you ask? It means majority rules, so if the majority of your category is guilty of this you all have to pay. This all being said if you are old, or a woman, or asian stay off the fucking road, and if you are all of these things never even look at a car because you can't drive worth of shit.

Now these are just a handful of some of the problems on the road. I believe them to be a majority of the problems however, so try to abide by them. And try to make our roads once again safe for people to be on their marry way.

Phantom Poops

This quiet and overlooked problem is most likely plaguing the world and no one has talked about it. Well I'm here to change that, once again, and get it all out on the table.

I'll start this off by telling everyone of you blogginers. A "phantom poop" is the mysterious occurrence when you get that overwhelming feeling of the ever growing urgency of a trip to the mighty throne to unleash the furry. When the feeling is too much to take anymore and you finally sit down to let out the unneeded minerals you all the proper feelings that signifies everything went as planned. But, to your chagrin when you stand to take a gander at your recent triumph there is nothing to smile at, just an empty boil of yellowed water (and hopefully some TP you dirty sallies out there). This my friends is a "phantom poop", no visual trophy for your moments of intestinal battle.

Even though this is a minimal problem, to some of us, it does cause your smile/devious smirk to turn downwards. And I know that your recently sculpted waste artifact is most likely just snaked its way curiously down its inevitable path prematurely, there is still a possibility that it never in fact existed. If the latter is the case then what did you just go through? hmmmmmm there you go, the mental gears are now turning, contemplating the possibility that you sit and give birth to an anal baby without actually doing so.

So keep this in mind next time you sit down and shed a couple pounds. Then once you turn for that visual and find nothing think about what you just went through and if it was all for nothing.

Then think what else do you struggle through to come up without any rewards.

Now thats life.

Go Fuck Yourself

Yea thats right I said it. Go Fuck Yourself.

Now don't get all up in arms I was just playing around, but didn't that get you a little POed (pissed off)? Thats because telling someone to go "fuck themselves" is a harsh comment. Not just for the very obvious reason that you are swearing at them in most likely a very aggressive manner but also using one of the most vulgar of swear words (fuck).

Which on a side note has become more and more excepted in society, is this because over all we as a nation are thinking and acting more in the gutter or because society is becoming more understanding of people's uncontrollable need to use profanity? Just some food for thought.

OK back to what I was talking about the term "Go Fuck Yourself". This my bloggulights is by far one of the worst things you can say to an individual. Not only are you swearing (quit brutally I might add) but you are also demanding them to go and preform some sort of hanus sexual act to themselves. Having this said, this was directed at a female that would actually be pretty sexy, unless this particular female was not in the proper weight to height ratio, which is not exceeding 5 foot 7 and 120 lbs. Then that in except-able, in fact encouraged. But, if this is said to a man, wahooooooo stop the presses because someone should be receiving a punch to a damaging bodily location within the next few seconds.

Because for one telling a man to go fuck themselves doesn't mean your saying, "Hey man you don't you go masturbate" you are telling them, "Hey man why don't you viciously go shove something in your ass repeatedly until it crosses into the threshold of sexual satisfaction" therefore, insinuating that person is in fact gay. And unless you are a gay man you should take much offense to this statement. In which you must now regain your dignity by either A) throwing fisticuffs or B) throwing back a better verbal lashing.

Taking another perspective on the matter you can also look at this statement as telling you that you in fact can not find anyone to "fuck" (or make love to for all those lovers out there) and you must then go and preform this act alone and most likely crying. Yes that is right my "friends" I just took this insult to the next level, the emotional level. You are now being told you are not capable of seducing or enticing the opposite (or same) sex to fornicate with you. Another huge insult to you as a person/all around human being.

So lets take a tally here:

You 1) are being told to shove something in your ass

and 2) being told you can't find anyone to place enough pity on you to privilege you enough to let you stick your member in them.

wow that is to quick slaps to the face to you my degraded brother.

tsk tsk

Don't let this happen to you.

Only you can prevent verbal lashings.

Time

This, my friends, is the most important thing in any of our lives. And this is why after a long hiatus of posting I will kick off my spiratic ranting with such an important and diabolic subject.

Again, time, it is the only thing we all really have to give and use in our lifetime. As we age and fade into the inevitable oblivion of the unknown we have time to thank for that. Time, the tick tocking of wasted minutes and wasted moments stripped away by the miniscule second hand of the clock spinning in an endless circle with no chance of ever regaining back what has been pasted over. We sit, we stare, we think about things we want to do or wish were different and we just waste this precious thing. Time, as you are reading this and as I am typing this we are all using moments that will never be regained again.

I find myself sitting thinking about how all we have is time and what I want to spend it on in my lifetime. I think about how I want to travel and see the world, see things that really wouldn't make a difference in my life, besides that chance of a random epiphany or long ponder. I think about how I need to waste my time working to gain pieces of paper and metal in hopes that one day I will accumulate enough to be able to do the things I believe will allow me to spend at least some of my time with a smile on my face.

Now here is a challenge for all you cyber jumpers, do something that makes time stop for you. Do something that will burn such a deep remembrance into each of your minds that it becomes timeless. I know, I know, there is no such thing as timeless because we all eventually run out of breath. But then again if you do find something so great or do something so fantastic as to be able to pass it onto family and friends who then can keep this story with them and pass it from ear to mind, then out there mouth to another ear and mind. It then can be categorized as timeless in my book.

Another thing to keep in mind is that your time is the greatest thing you could ever give someone. The things you choose to do and the people you choose to be with is truly something you need to take seriously. Because, as stated before, you will never get those moments back. Therefore, if you are sitting there with someone keep in mind you should live every second to the fullest, so make everything count. Also know giving someone your time is the biggest gift you can give.

I hope my ramblings will make some of you think out there and perhaps cause some changes in some lives. So enough of this and thank you for taking time to read this.

And always remember to choice wisely what you spend your next ticks on, because soon after every tick there is always a tock that will never be used again.

Weekend Fund

After a long sabbatical of not writing I am back to enlighten you on some of my weekend activities. Not saying that any of you blog hoppers out there really in fact care about what I did but maybe, just maybe you will see something that will light a little bulb in your head and will try something other then searching around the internet.

Well first thing is first I drove, I drove from 3:30 until around 9:30. It doesn't matter where I was going to, or where I was coming from for that matter, the fact is i drove for 6 hours from a point A to a point B that felt like I would never arrive at. This is an activity that i do not recommend doing unless your point B is a place of sun, fun, and lots of scantily clad people.

Another great activity was I got my car registered. This is also an event I do not recommend partaking in if you are looking for a hoot and hollering good time. But, on the other hand this is something that is very important to get done and you should not fool around with an unregistered car. Cops don't take kindly to unregistered cars.

Now onto a lighter note, I did happen to catch the movie "Zombieland". Im sure during your hours of flicking through channel after channel or viewing site after site you have stumbled onto an advertisement for the newest zombie adventure. Being as I am a huge zombie fan I had to take this flick in, first hand and full screen, as well as letting it empty my full wallet with the high prices of cinema these days. Either way I was extremely pleased with this movie, it kept me immensely entertained between its sly, situational humor and the great amount of violence. With this all being said if a strange man came up to me and said, "Son what to you recommend I take in using my eyes and ears?" I would have to answer, "Im glad you asked strange man, you have to partake in the movie Zombieland."

The next delicious treat I dabbled in over the weekend was the delectable taste of Pumpkin Head Ale from my local watering hole. This drink by itself really gives you the taste of the new fall season we have just been placed in. It isn't just enough to have such a taste bud pleasing drink in your mouth but the bartenders decided to also place sweet sweet cinnamon sugar around the rim of the glass, so as to make every sip seem like a bite into a freshly baked pumpkin pie. Thank you great maker of this tasty drink, thank you for bringing a warm feeling to my heart with every cool feeling to my lips. The only downfall to this drink was the sticky fingers you come away with.

These events listed above where the highlight of my weekend. Other events I took part in that were on my list of good times were: hanging with my girlfriend, watching the patriots beat the ravens, and eating haddock tacos from CJ's.